A/N:I'm really sorry it took me so long to update, but I lost my computer and I still haven't gotten it back. I will try and update sooner now. Thanks for reading.

"Selena, are you OK?" Dallas asked, concern in her voice.

Selena finally shook herself out of her stupor, and decided that no, her mind wasn't playing any tricks. The woman in front of her, wearing a nun's habit, was actually Cargo Pants, the girl from back on the plane.

She looked at the girl's face, and could see a little confusion when she recognized her, nevertheless she flashed Selena with her toothy grin, and eagerly extender her hand. "Hello, Selena Gomez. My name is Demetria, but you can call me Demi. You see, even though I enjoyed being called Cargo Pants by you, well, I've found I like my name quite a bit. I'm sure that if half what Dallas has told me about you is true; we'll make excellent roommates and fast friends!"

Selena took the offered hand, and noted immediately the firmness in the handshake, and the soft skin, that resulted in a bit of an inconsistency. She noticed how below her habit's double sleeves, she was wearing a white shirt whose sleeves in turn where cut a little bit longer than they were probably should have been. She seemed to recall noticing something like that back on the plane too. It was most likely a nun thing.

She was wearing a dark woolen belt around her slim waist, and a rosary made of wood seemed fastened to said belt. A silver crucifix about 4 inches long was hanging on her neck, and while looking at it, resting on the scapular rising rhythmically with her breathing, Selena deduced Demi had small breasts. All in all, Demi seemed to be a bit underweight; maybe nuns weren't very well fed or she had made a vow of hunger or something like that. She couldn't really recall how it worked; it had been a long time since she had actually paid attention at church.

Selena could feel two pairs of eyes on her, and realized she had been staring at the young nun's chest for a long time. And she hadn't let go of Demi's hand.

Dallas cleared her throat. "Actually, it's Sister Demetria for you, Selena. You should respect a woman of the cloth, you know."

She stared at the sisters, blinked a couple of times, and was about to apologize to them when they started laughing; it was one of the most beautiful sounds she had ever heard. It was almost heavenly, if she could use that term to describe it.

The taller of the sisters looked at Selena intently. "Don't pay attention to her, you really can call me Demi; you could say I'm actually off-duty for the weekend."

"Can you be off-duty? Do you have to ask your 'Boss' for the time off?" Selena said using air quotes. "Or do you just call in sick with the Vatican?" Oh my! She had no idea how it was possible she had just said that.

Her friend and Sister Demetria started laughing even harder, while Selena turned beet red. It went like that for some minutes, until the nun finally was able to talk. "Oh, yes, Selena, I actually had to ask my Boss for permission to take a few days off."

Selena looked in shock at the slightly shorter girl when she started laughing again. "In this case, Lena, may I call you Lena? In this case, my boss means Mother Superior Murphy from my convent, and Father Callahan, our spiritual advisor."

Dallas laughed again at her friend, and excused herself while she served her little sister a glass of ice and apple juice.

"But, I thought you guys were supposed to remain in your cloisters or convents or whatever the hell you call them." Selena realized she had sweared in front of the nun. "Oh please forgive me, I'm so sorry, it's just an old habit. I mean, not a habit like your habit, which is very pretty and very black. I meant more like a tendency I have, you know. And I really meant no disrespect to you and your habit, really. It's a very nice one, I actually like it. It befits you; the combination of black and white actually suits your complexion. And I don't mean you look like a Dalmatian, because you totally don't. You actually look spectacular, your habit makes you look so fine, and your coif and veil really frame your face. Maybe you could wear a little lipstick and some eye shadow too, but I remember you having very nice hair, it would be good if could show it. Not that you have to, I mean, I'm sure nuns have more important things to think about than how do they look. And why haven't any of you stopped me? Please, stop me before I embarrass myself any further."

Dallas and Demi looked at each other, and then turned to look at Selena and they laughed even harder than before. Selena was extremely mortified; she had no idea why she was acting so dumbly in front of this two. It was as if suddenly her brain had stopped working. She forced herself to take a deep breath, and she concluded it was just the surprise she had felt when looking at Nun Cargo Pants.

When the Munroe sisters finally stopped laughing, the younger one looked at her. "Oh, Selena, don't worry, I'm not offended at all. I actually liked your little rant. You looked so cute while being so nervous. And to answer your question, no, unless you belong to a cloistered order, you are allowed out of the convent."

"So, what you're saying is that you don't belong to a cloistered order, that's why you're allowed time off?"

Demi graced her with her laugh once again. "No Selena, I got some time off because I haven't taken my solemn vows yet."

"What does that mean?"

"There are several levels one has to pass. You are tested for a few months, than you become a novice, afterwards, you become a nun, but you only take your temporary vows. It's only after around six years that you are allowed to take your solemn vows. Right now I've only taken my temporary vows, so, while I am a Professed, I still have some years to go before I take my Perpetual Profession."

"It's not that she's not a nun." Selena turned around to face Dallas. "She is a full nun, but all orders have these periods of time a candidate has to go through before being allowed to take their vows. It's like school; you're not allowed to go into graduate school unless you successfully complete kindergarten first."

"Thank you for your not entirely accurate clarification, Leigh." Demi said while sticking her tongue at her sister. "I'm completely capable of explaining the intricacies of devoted life to our guest."

Dallas stuck her tongue back. "Well, excuse me for being a good sister,"

"As I was saying, I belong to the Magdalene Sisters; my convent is in Massachusetts, my Mother Superior is Helen Murphy. Since in I just finished my first year as a Professed, she felt I could use some time off to be with my family, see a little of the world. The Magdalene Sisters do a lot to convince you that you don't belong there, so when you finally take your permanent vows you are completely sure of your decision."

"Oh, so that's why you came to visit your family? I have to confess I often wondered why Dallas never told me anything about you, she must have been afraid I was a bad influence or something, with me being gay and all that." Abruptly, Selena covered her mouth with her hands. She turned towards Dallas, who was in shock. Selena was extremely discrete about her sexual preferences. She knew she couldn't be fired for it, but she also knew that there were still many people who would not see her as a worthy role model for their children. She was a bit cowardly, she admitted it, but she felt she couldn't afford to chance otherwise. She slowly faced Demi. "I, well, I don't know what to say. I've worked very hard to become a good role model for kids and teens. I don't think that my preference should matter to anyone, but the world doesn't work that way. I hope I can count on your prudence about it. But I do understand if, given the official position of the church on the matter, you don't want to associate with me anymore."

Demi looked at her; the only sound that could be heard was that of Selena's heart.

Unexpectedly, Demi went over to her, and hugged her tightly, resting her head on the nook of Selena's neck. It was a tremendous shock for her. Not that Demi would do that, for she looked like a hugger; but the almost magical feeling that went right to her heart was almost overwhelming. She couldn't understand why, but she felt she could trust this girl with her life. Finally, Selena allowed herself to hug back. When they stepped out of their embrace, Demi took her hand, and remained like that, as they sat back on the couch.

"Selena, why would I not want to be your friend? I respect all preferences, and I can understand why you want to keep it quiet, and you don't have to worry at all about it, my lips will remain sealed until you are ready." Demi looked at her with such passion in her eyes; she had a hard time maintaining the stare. "If you ever need someone to talk to, please know I will be there for you always. I hope you consider me a good friend now too."

Leave it to Dallas to spoil the mood. "I hope you two lovebirds remember that I was friends with you first. So, what am I? Chopped liver?"

"Oh, little Dally is jealous. Don't you worry, I haven't forgotten you." Selena said in a deep, sexual voice. She took full advantage of the fact that Demi was looking at her sister to stare at her lecherously. She knew it would make Dallas even more jealous, and well, she had to admit that even with the habit on, Sister Demetria was hot; she had actually felt her breasts against her own when they were hugging.

It hit her then. She quickly excused herself with a lame pretext about having to go to the bathroom. She ran to her room, shut the door, and started pacing it excitedly.

She had been baptized. She had taken her First Communion. The little detail that she didn't went to church as much as she used to when she was younger didn't changed the fact that she had been raised to respect the cloth. She still felt a little bad when she confessed her sins to her priest back at her church, especially taking into account how some people considered being gay a terrible sin. She felt a little hypocritical, confessing her other sins, and maybe that's why she had strayed a little from her beliefs, but it didn't mattered; since she was a child, her mother had taught her to respect and love the men and women who dedicated their life to God.

So why was she having this feelings towards Sister Demi? It was not normal. She kept pacing the room, and she knew then and there that she wanted to throw her onto her bed, rip her habit off, tie her up, and then take the crucifix from the wall and shove it up her pussy and… Oh, my God she could hear the gates of hell opening wide just for her!

"Selena?" No, it wasn't the gates of hell opening what she had heard, it was just the door; apparently, Dallas had come to check on her.

"What do you mean with that?" Dallas question was unexpected. Had she been thinking aloud? Had Dallas heard everything?